It is beautiful here
Look, in the distance
The river sparkles like fire,
The meadows are lying like a colored carpet,
The clouds are growing white.
There are no people here
There is just silence here
Only God and I are here.
Flowers, and an old pine tree,
And you, my daydream!
Look, in the distance
The river sparkles like fire,
The meadows are lying like a colored carpet,
The clouds are growing white.
There are no people here
There is just silence here
Only God and I are here.
Flowers, and an old pine tree,
And you, my daydream!